Great Dao Ji

The world is big, but going home for dinner is the biggest.

An Qisheng hung up the phone, booked a ticket for tomorrow on his mobile phone, and just lay on the bed with his clothes on.

He supported his cheek with his hand, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

As his physical strength became stronger and his spirit became more vigorous, his dream time was extended.

The only thing that has not changed is the dream itself, which stays for 24 hours, as if there is a limit.

But even so, he is very satisfied to have 24 hours more time than others.

After all, he doesn't need to eat, drink, defecate, or sleep in his dream.

Twenty-four hours of full-power study is more than three or five days for ordinary people.

His hard training in reality can be regarded as a martial arts fanatic in the eyes of others, but it is nothing compared to the sleepless and non-stop training in his dream.

There was no conversation all night, and An Qisheng woke up on time at more than three o'clock in the morning of the next day.

He went to the nearby square and punched for a few hours. When it was almost dawn, he arrived at the station and got on the train home.

"Huh?"

As soon as he got on the train, An Qisheng's brows slightly frowned.

His original senses were very strong, and after entering the Huajin and going through the two-month journey in the mountains, his senses were much stronger.

As soon as he sensed it, he realized something was wrong.

"This journey seems to be a bit interesting."

An Qisheng curled his lips, walked to find his seat, and put down his luggage.

In just a few steps, he could tell the appearance and breath of more than a hundred people in the whole carriage.

With a thought in his mind, he had already fixed on a middle-aged man who was resting with his eyes closed.

The middle-aged man wore a peaked cap, his face was sallow, and there was a beard at the corner of his mouth. His breathing was steady, as if he was asleep.

"He has a calm breath, a murderous look in his brows, and half-open and half-closed eyes. He is always on high alert and ready to strike at any time. Judging from his attire, he seems to be disguised. A fugitive? Or a killer?

He must have some skills to get on the train

Those men and women who seem to be chatting and resting are also skilled, and they are surrounded in this carriage. They should be plainclothes law enforcement officers?"

An Qisheng's eyes moved slightly:

"This man has a good disguise skill. He is probably a wanted criminal. He is lucky this time. Maybe he will get points again."

He has been a member of the Law Enforcement Warrior Forum for quite a while, but except for Wang Zhixuan's tasks, he has never encountered any mission targets.

This time, he encountered a suspected one, and he would naturally not let him go.

After all, he has always been a law-abiding citizen, and it is his duty to help law enforcement officers catch fugitives.

With a thought in his mind, many wanted orders on the Law Enforcement Warrior Forum flashed in his mind one by one.

He had a good memory and had read many wanted notices more than once. After checking them one by one, he found something.

After all, although the middle-aged man's disguise skills were good, they were not as good as the makeup skills of those "good-looking anchors" in short videos, which were comparable to changing heads.

[Shan Yi, a dark power cultivator, had privately made firearms, robbed graves, was suspected of smuggling antiques and gangsters, and committed 23 murders with his brother Shan Zhuang. He was extremely vicious and vicious. Once the clues were found, the active person would get 20 points, and the arrest (regardless of life or death) would get 260 points]

"It turned out to be Shan Zhuang's people"

An Qisheng rubbed his face to cover the cold light in the corners of his eyes.

He naturally remembered the name Shan Zhuang. Not only did he remember it, but he also wrote this person's name in his notebook.

A year ago, when he taught Wang Anfeng Bajiquan, several gunmen came to his villa to kill Wang Anfeng, and one of them almost shot him in the head.

That was the first time he was shot.

He thought to himself that he was not a vindictive person, but how could he forget such an experience?

"Enemies meet on a narrow road"

An Qisheng sneered in his heart.

After Shan Zhuang and his senior brother, two great boxers of Huajin, were killed by Wang Zhixuan, some of his accomplices fled to various places. Although most of them were caught, a few fled.

He had inquired about this matter before, but the law enforcers had no clue, so he naturally had no idea where to start.

After all, Daxuan is vast and the terrain is the most complex. If you really find a small forest to hide, it will be difficult to find it.

But since you have encountered it, it is naturally the best.

"It's a bit cold. Is the air conditioner in this car broken?"

Shan Yi pressed the brim of his hat and said to himself.

He glanced around slightly, especially at the people who had just got on the car, and looked at them one by one.

An Qisheng looked at him unintentionally, calm and normal.

"Sixteen people got off this carriage, and thirteen got on, seven women and six men, no threat, the kid in the white sportswear seems to have some basic kung fu"

"The skin is soft and white, the hands and feet are limp, the eyes are dull, and the temples are not protruding"

Shan Yi always felt that something was wrong, and took another look at An Qisheng, confirming that he was not a threat, and then retracted his gaze.

"Heh"

An Qisheng smiled faintly.

Kung Fu beginners are sharp, the higher the punches and kicks, the stronger the aura, even if they are covered by some makeup and disguise, it is easy to be seen.

This is "release".

And once you enter the transformation of strength, the strength is controlled like an arm, restrained and hidden in the body.

This is "collection".

Before the transformation of strength, An Qisheng could not hide his kung fu, nor did he think about hiding, but once he entered the transformation of strength, with his control of strength, it was not a real fight.

Masters of the same level could not tell his level.

"Captain Zhou, there are still six stops to Jingcheng, when will we arrest him?"

In the next car, a young man returned to his seat with instant noodles and whispered.

Sitting next to him was a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties. He half-closed his eyes and whispered:

"It's not the time yet. Let's wait until he gets off the train. We can't force him to do something desperate and hurt the people."

Zhou Guolin was a little tired.

Shan Yi was extremely cruel and skilled. If he was really arrested on the train, it would be hard to guarantee that he would not do something desperate.

"Yes."

The young man whispered back.

"Notify the brothers not to get close to that car. Shan Yi has been wandering around for many days and is very alert. If Xiao Zhao and the others had not entered that car earlier than him, they would have been discovered by him."

"I understand, Captain Zhou."

The young man nodded to show that he understood.

The train was moving very fast. It seemed that it had not been long before four stations had passed.

In the car where An Qisheng was, Shan Yi was very alert. Every time the train arrived at a station and people got on and off, he would take advantage of the comings and goings of people to sit in some empty seats.

However, there were not many empty seats on the bus. When no one got off, he even stood for 40 minutes.

His behavior was no different from those who didn't buy a seat.

After another stop, Shan Yi scanned the crowd and found an empty seat to sit down.

Beside him, An Qisheng looked out the window with a faint smile on his face:

"What a coincidence, isn't this..."